looking up at night
contemplating the stars,
the ribbon of the milky way

overwhelmed
by the magnitude
of mystery

there is a certain awe

thoughts fall quiet
and we enter into
the wonder of it all

yes, the stars are wondrous

yet is this moment not wondrous too?

are you not a mystery unto yourself?

is the world not a mystery of continually unfolding experiences?

a mystery that does not have to be solved,
that does not even have to make sense

the aliveness of quiet mystery so present

is this moment not grace expressing itself through you
and all around you?